Chapter 11: Back to the Mountain!

"Who to start with?"

Xiao Wushen clenched his fists together and stared at everyone.

Suddenly!

In the pit, Xiang Tian smiled and suddenly stood up.

I saw that Xiang Tianxiao's hair began to turn gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, it turned pure white again.

until it turns silvery white.

His body was dripping with blood.

On the face, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, like Lao Suo.

But!!

When Xiang Tianxiao raised his head, his temples bulged high, his face was filled with divine light, and there was a thunderous sound in his abdomen.

"Breakthrough on the verge of death!!" Xiao Wushen blurted out, his body retreating sharply.

Picking up the 'Lady Sword' beside Xiao Liyue, Xiang Tian smiled at Xiao Wushen and said with a weird smile:

"The surname is Xiao! In the Yellow Spring, see you or disperse!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Tianxiao held the sword in both hands and flew out.

Man and sword in one!

"Senior brother, don't!!" Xiao Liyue screamed hoarsely!

......

In the distance, the sound of bows and crossbows continued.

Everyone in the Divine Fist Hall in the field fell down one after another with arrows.

"The hall master is dead!!"

"Run!"

A group of bandits, holding their heads and running around.

Tang Dianyang was the first to enter the crowd, and the embroidered spring knife flew up and down, and within three feet, there was no one who could join him.

Yang Xiao, a scholar who doesn't know martial arts, is no slower than Tang Dianyang, and he flew into the field.

In the field.

Xiang Tianxiao was knocked away again.

It's just that he was beaten off with a smile on his face.

The lady sword remained in Xiao Wushen's heart

"Big brother, third brother......" Xiao Wushen said the last words.

With his head down, his tower-like body fell backwards, and he died of exhaustion.

There were dark clouds in the sky.

There was a muffled thunder, and rain fell.

"Senior brother!!"

"Big brother!!"

"Xiang Daxia!"

"Brother Xiang!"

A crowd of people gathered around and smiled at the sky.

Xiao Liyue hugged Xiang Tianxiao in her arms, and the beauty burst into tears.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Tang Dianyang's voice sounded.

Lined up everyone, Tang Dianyang's left palm pressed on the Xiangtian Smile Dantian, and the internal force was input to protect his dantian.

His right hand touched his veins, and his face was solemn.

Xiao Liyue had tears on her face and hope in her eyes, and asked, "How is my senior brother?"

Tang Dianyang's face was solemn, and he sighed:

"Alas, life is cut off, and the gods are difficult to save. ”

"Wow!!" Xiao Liyue hugged Xiang Tianxiao tightly in her arms, crying.

Gong Ling pushed Tang Dianyang away, threw himself at Xiang Tianxiao's feet, and cried miserably: "Senior brother!! Tianxiao!!"

A hand stained with burns and blood was raised and placed on the younger sister's face.

Xiang Tianxiao woke up slightly: "Division... My sister doesn't cry. ”

Yang Xiao was also in tears, he was moved by Xiang Tianxiao, turned around and held Tang Dianyang's arm with both hands and said urgently:

"Tang Dianyang, my Yang family has countless elixirs, as long as you can save Brother Xiang, I Yang Xiao will guarantee your position as a state commander to my brother!!"

"Alas!" Tang Dianyang sighed again and said softly: "Third son, let's ask him what his last wishes are." ”

Yang Xiao's hands hung down, everything was caused by him, and he was infinitely blaming himself in his heart.

The conversation between Yang and Tang was heard by everyone present.

Xiao Liyue pressed the hand that Xiang Tian smiled on her face, crying pear blossoms and rain.

Next to him, Gong Ling asked with difficulty: "Senior brother, you... If you still have any unfinished wishes, the junior brother is broken and will help you complete it. ”

Suddenly, Xiang Tianxiao seemed to be able to understand the feeling of the previous soul in this body.

Look at the junior sister who can't stop crying for herself, and look at the junior brother who has a resolute face but tears are pouring out.

Xiang Tian smiled for a moment, feeling so happy.

was lonely in his previous life, but in a short period of time, he felt the warmth of his family.

Not wronged!

Xiang Tianxiao felt that he was really worth it, and he had a home, and his family name was Kunwu.

In an instant, the memories that had not yet fused with the body came flooding back.

It's like seeing it in person.

On Kunwu Mountain, there are a few dilapidated houses surrounded by a fence.

"Senior brother, you are so stupid. ”

"Senior brother, you are bullying me again. ”

"Senior brother, what kind of woman do you like?"

"Tianxiao, there is only such a daughter as a teacher, and the Kunwu faction will rely on you in the future, do you understand?"

Turbulence!

Xiang Tian smiled and straightened up.

From his throat, two words emerged:

"Kungo!"

It's raining harder.

......

For a whole day, Xiao Liyue felt like she had lost her soul.

Gong Ling was busy putting Xiang Tianxiao in the coffin.

Tang Dianyang took Yang Xiao away, and before leaving, Yang Xiao left a message:

"Brother Xiang died because of Yang, from now on, the matter of the Kunwu faction is the matter of my Yangxiao. ”

The words are very touching.

But everyone is gone, and everything is empty.

Tuo Han Jiaohu found the carriage and horses, and Xiao Liyue was loading the coffin with the bat and Ma Ying carrying the coffin smiling to the sky.

Gong Ling dug the grave and came back with a hoe, and when she saw this scene, she hurriedly asked:

"Senior sister, where are you going to take Senior Brother?"

Xiao Liyue stroked the coffin, and said with a poignant smile on her face:

"My father was the seventeenth generation head of the Kunwu faction before his death, and the senior brother is naturally the eighteenth generation leader. ”

A little dazed, Gong Ling immediately reacted and said:

"You want to take the senior brother back to Kunwu Mountain, but there is ...... on the mountain"

"Third Senior Brother!!" Xiao Liyue's voice suddenly turned higher, holding the hilt of the lady's sword, looking in the direction of Kunwu Mountain, and said loudly:

"How can the head of my Kunwu faction be buried elsewhere!!"

Gong Ling threw away the hoe, put the cold and sharp serrated knife on his back, jumped in front of the frame, held the reins, and said loudly:

"Senior sister, let's take the senior brother back to the mountain!!"

............

On the official road.

A black van travels from east to west.

The driver was a man with a knife on his back and a white scarf on his head.

Inside the car, a coffin, a beautiful woman leaning on the edge of the coffin, with a white flower on her head.

Behind the car, there was also a board car, and the Tigress was sitting in the car.

On both sides, bats and eagles rode fast horses.

The rivers and lakes, the sword is ruthless, and the people are righteous.

"My life was saved from the master, and I will accompany him on this last journey, even if there is a sea of swords and fires in front of me!"

There is no sword mountain and sea of fire.

But it is a sea of people, and swords are like a forest!

Kunwu Mountain.

There are more than 100 martial arts sects on the mountain.

Although, they are all small sects that do not enter the stream, a few or a dozen people in one class.

Coming together.

This momentum, even if the Jinyi guard is coming, he has to retreat.

"Xiao Liyue!!You still dare to come back!!"

An old man yelled with a spear in hand.

Next to him, another middle-aged man, holding a big knife, came out of the queue and said loudly:

"Gong Ling, you backstabbing the teacher, you still have the face to dare to go up to Kunwu Mountain!!"

Xiao Liyue was expressionless and got out of the car.

Gong Ling also got out of the car, sawed out Leng Yan on his back, and lifted the canopy of the caravan with a knife.

A coffin is exposed.

In the back, the tiger, the bat, and the eagle approached with ropes.

Taking three steps forward, Xiao Liyue looked around at the thousands of people, and finally landed her eyes on the towering Kunwu Mountain, and said like ice:

"Kunwu Mountain was originally the place where my Kunwu faction founded the mountain, today, I, Xiao Liyue, sent the head of my sect back to the mountain, I see who dares to stop it!"

After speaking, the lady is out of the sheath!

As Jian Feng pointed out, everyone in Kunwu Mountain shuddered.

"Childish girls are rampant!!"

The old man with a spear came out.

Xiao Liyue smiled, and her smile was very poignant.

The sword body trembled, the Xiaoyue sword came out, and the cold plum blossomed!

Just a trick.

Blood stains cold plums, and plums are red like blood.

"Senior brother, let's watch Yue'er dance the sword for you!"

Whispering swallows, crying like words, sword plums dancing wildly, walking like the wind!

"Ah~~~~!"

The sound of screams sounded at the foot of Kunwu Mountain.

Gong Ling slashed over two enemies with one sword, stood in front of the coffin with a horizontal knife, and shouted loudly, shocking Kunwu!!

"Welcome to the senior brother in charge, go back to the mountain!"

Bats and eagles protect the left and right, claw chains fly, and no living creatures are allowed in a foot.

In the middle, the tiger binds the coffin with a rope, sits on the body, and sits the coffin on both shoulders!

The three shouted at the same time:

"The head of the house!!Back to the mountain!!"